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Chapter 458

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Ji You said, "Young Master, Fu Qin has lost control of her emotions after hearing about Miss Rong's car accident. She's been feeling uneasy!"

Mochen's eyes were cold. "Mm, news from Shu Yun. Hurry up."

Ji You said, "Yes, Young Master."

He felt that he was very close to the truth!

Mochen's eyes were cold. "Keep an eye on Fu Qin during this period. Don't let anything happen to her and don't let anyone get close to her."

Ji You said, "I understand, Young Master."

If Miss Wei Wei had really swapped identities with Fu Qin, this matter wouldn't be so simple!

Mochen glanced in the direction of Little Pomelo and the little fellow and loosened his tie.

Ji You said, "Young Master, I'm going to try again and see if I can pry Fu Qin's mouth open."

Mochen said, "Mm."

He hung up the phone and sat on the sofa. He glanced in the direction of Old Master Sheng and said, "Grandpa, when you call Mr. Jung, ask him to bring Miss Rong here."

Old Madam Sheng was displeased when she heard this. "Why did you ask her to come here?"

Old Master Sheng was stunned!

That's right, why did he ask Rong Yan to come here?

They had finally called off the engagement but Rong Yan still hadn't given up.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been entangled for so many years.

Was Ah Chen looking for trouble?

Qin Man was also puzzled.

He had asked Shu Yun and Rong Yan to come here. What exactly was going on?

Mochen said in a low voice, "When the time comes, there might be a result."

Old Master Sheng was speechless.

Old Madam was speechless.

Qin Man was speechless.

What was the difference between saying that and not saying anything at all?

Little Pomelo, who was standing at the side, pouted unhappily. The little fellow had a sour expression on his face.

Everyone looked at Mochen.

Mochen carried Little Pomelo. "Don't you want Mommy to marry Daddy as soon as possible?"

Little Pomelo nodded and looked at Mochen.

But what does inviting that Miss Rong have to do with Mommy marrying Daddy earlier?

The little fellow was in an even worse mood. It was written all over his face that he didn't like his appearance.

Mochen glanced at the little guy.

The little fellow pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.

Mochen's eyes were deep, but he had no intention of explaining further.

The old man was silent for a while, but he still gave Rong Zhan a call and invited him and Rongyan to Nangang City to play.

Surprisingly, Rong Zhan agreed.

Grandpa Shen said, "I've set the time. I'll get Ah Chen to pick you up."

Rong Zhan said, "Let's go on Saturday. We can go there by ourselves."

The Old Master said, "How can that be?"

Rong Zhan replied, "It's nothing. We're all on the same side."

Grandpa Shen hung up and looked at Xiang Mochen. "They'll be here on Saturday."

Mochen looked at Qin Man. "Mom, ask Shu Yun to come over on Saturday for dinner."

Qin Man pulled Mochen aside. "Ah Chen, why exactly?"

Mochen glanced at Qin Man. "Mom, don't ask."

Qin Man was speechless.

Shu Yun had already been hurt once. She really didn't want to see Shu Yun get hurt again.

Mochen said, "Mom, do you know how Shu Yun lost her child?"

Qin Man shook her head.

Mochen asked in a low voice, "She didn't tell you about it?"

Qin Man said, "No."

Mochen's voice was cold. "She told Wei Wei that Fu Qin added sleeping pills to her cup in exchange for the female lead in a drama."

Qin Man paused and looked at Xiang Mochen.

Ah Chen was saying that Shu Yun's child was lost because of Rong Zhan?

But why would he care about this matter?

She suddenly remembered that Wei Wei wasn't Fu Qin's biological daughter and that Helian Jing was in Nangang City at that time.

She stared at Mochen and her breathing suddenly became heavy.

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